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“Frankie, do you know what annoys me most about this business?”
“No. What?”
“That even now, when we’re going to be hurled into the next world, we still don’t know who Evans is.”
“Let’s ask him,” said Frankie. “You know—a last-minute boon. He can’t refuse to tell us. I agree with you that I simply can’t die without having my curiosity satisfied.”

“I must apologize for troubling you, Mrs. Rivington,” said Bobby. “But the matter was rather urgent and we wished to avoid the delay of letters.”
That any solicitor could ever wish to avoid delay seemed so transparently impossible that Bobby for a moment wondered anxiously whether Mrs. Rivington would see through the pretence.

“We’re deducing beautifully,” said Frankie. “I hope we’re not deducing all wrong.”
“Very likely,” said Bobby. “But I think what we’ve said so far is fairly sound sense—granted, that is, the wild improbability of the whole thing.”
Frankie waved away the wild improbability with an airy gesture.